The Amber Sword

In 376, at the end of the year of the sword, everything withered and winter came, and when many hours passed, we would remember what had happened during the month. OPSOM - On the north side of the Changqing Corridor, a small town in eastern Metz, along the frosty highway near this town, people who were frustrated were retreating, several long teams winding around in the early winter woods, people stepping on a shallow layer of snow and creaking branches, silent silence, a row of knights walking past, clear armor stained with blood, spears filled with gaps, flags pulled, and holes large and small.

Duke Oldwig was covered in dust, his hands were like chicken claws, trembling irresistibly, his bare fingers were covered with blueberries and frostbite, he could only grab the horse subconsciously, he watched the scene somewhat stubbornly, as if he had not yet awakened from the nightmare. Of course, he may prefer not to wake up, so that he may never wake up at the moment when the knights of the Krutz strike.

Several dragon barns flew to the south, and as they passed through the hills, they took up an ice breeze and blew the noise of the pine forest. People like walking corpses raised their heads and looked at the scene with a lush eye, but no one complained. The crown prince of the Krutz sat on his saddle, immobilized as if he were a puppet, his eyes unceasingly coloured, as if he were still reproducing the horror of the day.

The shadow across the dome is slowly falling. The heroes of the dragons, the current generation of dragon king Ovinrose, have lost their living bodies and have fallen heavily on the earth. The giant dragon howled, screamed, the incomplete body fell like a rain spot, and a huge black hole was hanging in the center of the sky. The horrible and horrible creature that emerged behind the black hole was the master of its past, Milos, the god of giants, Bahamet, who came back and destroyed his people with his own hands.

Above the earth, the complete front retreated a little and collapsed completely, many knelt in despair, weeping, praying, begging, hoping that Martha could save them, but they did not receive a response, some just endless darkness and suffering, and killing, the will of dusk swept across the battlefield, watching all of this with indifference, and then it silently retracted its gaze.

Thousands of worlds were destroyed, but in its eyes, it was just a moment.

The empire is over...

Founded for more than 1,500 years, with a glorious past and a long history, the kingdom of mortal men engraved on the palace of a rich palace with brilliant words, murals and sculptures of the past was struck hard by the bond, as if he were an arrogant knight - seriously wounded, broken helmet sword, bloodstained frontier, but with his head high, stared firmly at his enemies and swallowed his last breath in the generous song of Tamil poets with their emotions.

His fall, destined to completely rewrite the historical course of the entire continent, but the people who were trapped in the middle of winter and mud this year were unable to convey this message in the first place. The wilderness of the Four Kingdoms and Anzeluta were blocked by the catastrophe of the fall of the Black Moon, a vast deserted area, the elves were doing their utmost to save the damage caused by the disaster on the border, and they were not clear that the time had passed through the silence of every second, to the first messenger's clothes to come through the newly emerged black forest near the cracks of the Changqing Corridor to the Deputy Commander of the Red Legion, Injes. When Ta 'an Hilllund was in front of him, two crucial months had been lost, and by the time humans and elves had rebuilt their trust, they did not yet understand how important they had lost.

Time.

Change all the time.

A month later, a letter from Cloak Bay was forwarded to the Black Sword Fortress with only a short line of text:

‘Mayday, whoever you are there, help us, we're finished, the fleet... we can't resist them...'

The letter's signature is concise and powerful: Chris. Golden Shield - Earl of Golden Shield. The pride of the nobleman in the Bay of Cloaks, the uncle of the Silver Queen, the husband of Princess Wally, the temperament, the fame of the Imperial Admiral difficult to describe in pen ink, revealed in the words of this letter a kind of gray and dead despair, as if the walk would be the ultimate words of a wooden man, at the end of the letter he stamped the emblem with his own stamp, as if it was stained with blood, the mark of red tongue as if to herald an unknown bloody future.

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Freya stood on horseback on a hillside near Winomar, watching the army of dead spirits retreating in the lower lakeshore area, Eluin's first snow had not yet fallen, between the mountains was still Xiaoser in Autumn Twilight, the bare tree girl spread her teeth and claws, the ground was covered with thick fallen leaves, the tall gray Karasuma stood in a stone south bush, carrying its master behind her back, shaking her tail unreservedly, driving the worm away.

Behind the horses, the soldiers looked admirably at their commander, and some young knights even admired him - just two months ago, with the anti-go blow of Queen Alvette, the Eruins won their first victory since the Second Black Rose War by attacking Redios simultaneously from left to right.

In that battle, Freya led the goddesses decisively into the junction between the two Legions of the Dead, where she stood first, shouting the name of Eruin over the battlefield, leading everyone forward like a flag, and taking the high morale of the White Lion Guard Horsemen from the front to crush the Black Knights of Madara, thus laying a complete victory.

In this service, both deputies of Redios were killed in battle, and he himself was seriously injured. Alvett, the king of witches, betrayed, and Robman, the skeleton lord of another commander, died at the hands of the goddess of martial arts. In this battle, the great army, divided into two on the Winomar side, was powerless to fight again, almost blocked by the coalition forces of Darnell and Lantoniland on the shore of the lake, and powerless to threaten Darnell and Lantoniland.

After the battlefield martial arts, the White Lion Guard knights almost spontaneously painted three pairs of light-winged crests on their shields as if to commemorate the shining flag they saw on the battlefield on that day -

Glittering wings of light, always right in front of everyone, never stopping.

Beneath the hills, the dead spirits converge in the direction of Prague in the south, as if it were a dark sea, with all its flags mixed in, there was no order, and it appeared to be a little chaotic.

But Freya didn't have much pleasure in her face.

Her eyes were a little heavy.

For half a month, after receiving Brando's letterhead, she had learned that the Second Black Rose War had come to an end, which was not good news for Erouin, who, despite their decisive victory in the war in Winomar, had lost the knights of the Highlands in Pragues, in Carrassou and Vieiro.

Unlike the blind optimism of many, in this short year, Freya quickly changed from being an innocent little girl from the Butch countryside to a qualified commander, especially as a knight of the Kingsguard next to Princess Griffin.

Though perhaps a little further away from politicians, at least it's enough to show her something deeper than what most people see, the factors that determine Eruin's future.

She stood silently on the hill and felt her own growth, as if she could finally feel Brando's eyes, everything he had ever seen, breathing with him the fate of the future.

But everything that used to be simple and distinct is now sophisticated.

Eruin is a small kingdom, but it has a powerful enemy. What it needs is not a trivial victory or revenge. What it needs is time and change. Peace is too precious for this country.

Precious is almost unbearable.

But what really worries the goddess of martial arts is Brando, and the letter mentions the reason why His Majesty the Emperor of Madara made an agreement with Eruin - the invasion of Eruin by Madara stemming from long-standing misunderstandings and mutual mistrust between the two sides, and hatred blindfolded the eyes of both the living and the dead, which, at the instigation of some disturbed Northern lords, led to such a tragedy.

Now that His Majesty the Emperor of Madara has made up his mind to calm the wrongdoers of the North, he needs to draw back troops to suppress the country, and it is only right to let go of the controversy between the huge black rose of Bromandow and Eruin, a tiny kingdom in a corner, where there has never been a natural contradiction between the great and the small.

Maddala still has many enemies, but it never includes Eluin, who, as a feud and natural rival to the Lord of the North, should also support and form an alliance with His Majesty the Emperor of Maddala.

This is a suggestion to Princess Griffin, as well as to her own students, the future king of Eruin, His Majesty, Haruze ——

It is such a letter.

Eliminates the clouds of war over the heads of this ancient kingdom.

But Freya knew that it would soon have a big wave on another ‘battlefield’ in the kingdom, from Vieiro to Lantoniland, from Hillman to Jean de Neil, the Royal Party had moved.

Not only the nobles, but in fact she has heard a lot of complaints over these days that their lords have deprived them of their glory and that they should have fought to completely destroy Manowell's army of the dead.

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